Tag: poetry
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A Beginner’s Guide to Poetry, 21st Century Edition
Here are 7 poetic forms to know to wow your artsy friends and to use in other occasions
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1,000 miles: step 79
The fall semester is now over. I have submitted “finals,” known as projects to the English major. Grades are coming in. I have gaps of time–yes, time. It has all gone by so fast. This semester I made a savvy choice, and I took all poetry classes: a small-sized workshop, a course taught in Spanish,…
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Hey, Poet: World Poetry Day Awareness
March 21st marks the 16th anniversary of World Poetry Day. First observed in 2000, World Poetry Day is an initiative to celebrate poetry as an art form and a cultural phenomena. If you’re thinking poetry isn’t your thing or it’s a waste of time, I have a few words for you: you are a poem…
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Cinquain n. 2
Girly, resist the mold shock and resuscitate the steel she society shunned: flee script.
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Cinquain n. 1
Breathing outside the glass, hands outstretched, hands reaching: to our daughters rising stronger women.
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am I here?
here I am, my eyelids weigh, drag me down. . . the hours the hours the hours I have slept escape me. . . though my soul is voiceless it is restless from all the steps the sole of my feet take to nowhere, over and over. save me from forgetting how to be what…
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permeable
You scan a catalogue and find options. I wake up the neighbors knocking on doors. You know all the inside scoops. I dive into trial and error. You call your thoughts masterpieces. I label my work in-progress. You sound and look flawless. I stumble across words and wear my closet. You got the world backing you up. I got the world…
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self-effaced
It’s not about you. It’s about me, always. This is me: hopelessly lost, hopelessly self-consumed in irrational ideas about how if I knew you, then I would know myself. It’s been hard pinning down my existence, so I try to find a you to define, someone to know forwards and backwards, looking for the possibility I’ve been effaced…
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1,000 miles: step 63|musings
It’s the third week into National Poetry Month, and I don’t have much to show other than a couple of musings. I don’t write down half of what I spend nights pondering over. I don’t write love poems. I don’t write angry poems. I don’t write pride poems… honestly imperfect human poems. … I was recently asked to…
Claudia Rojas 